Stick me dead.
stick me dead.
You say whoops.
American Culture, Depression, Hate, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Resistance
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#1 by Eric on February 16, 2011 - 9:41 am
I like the stiff, halting delivery here, Carl.
But it reminds me a litle of:
“Me Tarzan, you Jane. Me write poem.”
– or –
“Yes, Kimosabi. Tonto write big poem”
#2 by Carl on February 16, 2011 - 11:55 pm
You nailed it. You know what I was after, but the “me write poem” deal is exactly right. It’s one of those things where you say, “I know something is wrong here…”
Oh well, it was a fun little ditty…
Thanks for commenting!
#3 by Evelyn on February 16, 2011 - 9:10 pm
this is really kick ass.
#4 by Carl on February 16, 2011 - 11:56 pm
I am lucky that your tastes are rather eclectic or something.
Thank you for your kindness!
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